profiling 202 | emily prentiss x reader

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surprise bitch. i bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. i'm backkkkk😊

quick salem life update: a lot has happened these past few months. i officially graduated college with honors from my dean and directors. my mental health has never been better. after a few physical health scares, i'm still kicking. i'm currently in the process to apply to a graduate program (studious queen). and i'm currently on self vacation out of my home town. it's been hectic😅

after hearing so many of you beg for a sequel, i decided to give in. this will be my only sequel and 2/4 of my last books (potentially). as much as i love writing, my career and school come first, but we'll see about more books with slower, random updates😚

enough of me rambling. let's get into why you're here. also not proofread because of course😇

happy readings and stay safe besties! -salem🤍

TW: scars, injuries mentioned, NSFW suggested
word count: 3689

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Two Months Later:

The class was talking amongst themselves when the doors opened. All of them turned and locked eyes with the familiar looking agent-in-training. Y/n could feel the judgement happening the second she walked into the same classroom. 

She heard whispering happen when she passed several people to make her way to the front. Nobody was brave enough to sit directly in front of the new professor. Y/n was the only one who was brave enough to be the bait for the class.

"Is it true that she slept with the old professor to get through the program?" a woman whispered to her other friends. Y/n tightened her lips as she kept to herself.

"I'm not surprised, she looks desperate enough," another woman whispered with her hand hovering over her mouth. It was a terrible failed attempt at hiding the gossip. Y/n clenched her jaw as she turned to look at them.

"I also have a bit of advice for you. Your eyebrows are uneven, and I can smell that potent spinach and egg sandwich you had for breakfast all the way over here," Y/n said as she leaned her elbow on the desk behind her. Immediately the girls were taken back by the bluntness. "I wouldn't call another woman desperate when you're doused in cheap, headache-inducing, body spray. It's not my fault you can't get any when you smell like a candy shop in the middle of a stank gym."

The two other girls instantly covered their mouths with their hands to hold in their laughter. Y/n's eyes flicked over to the other two. They instantly kept their eyes down, not wanting to be the next victim of the brutal honesty.

Just then, the doors opened and a familiar face walked in. All eyes landed on the woman as she made her way to the front of the class. She set her bag down and went behind the desk. She grabbed the marker, uncapping it, before she began to write her name down on the board.

"Good morning," she said as she wrote her name. "I'm Supervisory Special Agent Tara Lewis."

The brunette woman turned and scanned the crowd of new-coming agents. All of them were very attentive to her. Then her eyes locked onto a familiar face sitting in the front row. A smirk slowly grew on her face. She was proud of Y/n for being the only one to sit in the front.

"Welcome to profiling two-o-two," Tara said and nodded her head. She turned her attention back to the rest of the unfamiliar faces. "Everything in profiling one-o-one was just the beginning of what is to come. That course taught you the basics of profiling. Here, we're going to teach you the micros of it."

A hand immediately raised in the air, gaining Tara's attention. "Yes?"

"Are we going to be doing field work again?" Eric Clark, prime kiss-ass of the group, asked. "If so, when do we start, and who goes first?"